Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp crush grapes
I make the hardest a tear
em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to
Drag just burn that up and get it outta
Yall think, goin from heaven to hell?
Yall aint nowhere

But in the same town on the same ground
And I dont how you livin it up
I even got dead shiverin up
You can bet, I diggin you up
Them bust guns just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine one eye and one closed and focus
The one is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, yall so called pimps die
Dont rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, yall wanted in dead park

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the you think spit mean?
Same that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty
Was to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need
Im a customer, I your cream

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing early
'Cause you blast when Im firing
in the blood you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the same
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set em off, scar your bones to the grissle

I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her that I her

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my
Then she ran out and dumped me, and pump me

Came home, of course as the of my throne
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones Coley
My demo was better than a lot of records
Bed your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, watched them die extra
I lock shop I come through with the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, Coast collabo
Warren G doin it with my niggas the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like for yall
In the 99